Conan: I'm just an ordinary novelist

"Hey, are you ready?"

“Uh…hahahaha…”

To be honest, Conan wasn't ready.

Although it is really fun, exciting and enjoyable to go out with Yun Xianhe every time...

It's just a bit time-consuming.

But these are just regular facilities, so it shouldn't be a big deal.

The little detective thought so and patted his chest with high morale:

"Come on horseback!"

Two hours later, the young detective, who was too tired to walk, slumped on the table like a corpse, and tremblingly took the cold drink handed to him by Yun Xianhe.

"Thank you, Brother Xianhe..."

"Children's bodies are so fragile."

"……hehe."

I won't comment on Conan, who played almost all the exciting projects in two hours.

Zhu Fu Jingguang, who felt like he had lost half his life, looked at Yun Xianhe, who was neither blushing nor out of breath, and silently admired the other party's strong willpower.

"By the way, Brother Xianhe."

"Ok?"

"Well... don't be mad at those guys, they are just..."

"Don't worry, I won't get angry with a child."

It makes absolutely no sense, doesn't it?

Seeing that the other party really didn't seem angry, the little detective began to press further.

The hand that had regained some strength pinched the corner of the other person's sleeve and shook it slightly.

The hero who was drinking an iced cola raised his eyebrows, tilted his head and looked over, just in time to meet the other party's flattering smile:

"Then, Brother Xianhe, can you please..."

"No."

Refuse without mercy.

Conan curled his lips and muttered quietly, "Stingy."

Yun Xianhe pointed at Zhu Fu Jingguang with his free hand:

"Look how well behaved Mr. Guang is. He didn't even bother asking a single question when I told him not to."

Zhu Fu Jingguang was suddenly called: ???

The malicious Conan looked at Yun Xianhe, then turned around and tried to pull the indifferent Zhu Fu Jingguang.

After the two of them whispered something together, Zhu Fu Jingguang seemed to have made some kind of decision.

He reached out his hand tremblingly, and imitating Conan, grabbed the sleeve of Yun Xianhe's arm that was resting on the table with two fingers.

Feeling the pull from two directions, the brave man turned around.

"Xianhe, can you reveal a little bit?"

"Just a little, a little--reveal a little bit, Brother Xianhe?"

The brave man who was pulled away fell into a strange silence.

The pair of heterochromatic eyes stared at the two people whose upper bodies were half-lying on the table.

The aluminum can in his hand made a slight clicking sound, and he forgot to swallow the Coke in his mouth, and the last bubbles burst on the tip of his tongue.

"…113, did you take the picture?"

【Shooting, shooting! 】

The son of fortune that I 'raised' is now acting like a spoiled child to me, damn it!

Zhu Fujingguang, who felt like he was being stared at so hard that cold sweats were pouring down his face, received a reminder from the little detective standing next to him.

The indigo cat eyes moved around and blinked twice quickly, somewhat at a loss.

"Uh...um...please please?"

“Please, please—”

I have to say, when it comes to being thick-skinned, Conan has to be the one.

Maybe because she performs this role quite often, she is particularly adept at acting like a spoiled child.

The hero who was stared at by the two 'cats' felt that his heart had received a critical hit of 10,000 points.

Ah... maybe this is the joy of raising children...

360, who was shooting 113 degrees without blind spots, looked at the expressionless face of his host and knew that the other person's heart must be like an eight-magnitude tsunami.

Hey, in a way, the cornerstone is totally the Creator.

I can't resist the coquettishness of these lovely children of fortune.

The three of them were silent for a moment in a strange way.

Just when Zhu Fu Jingguang wanted to withdraw his hand in embarrassment, the person in front of him finally reacted.

The can of Coke that had not been completely finished was easily deformed, and before the drink was about to spill out, the other party waved it away to an unknown place.

The brave man swallowed the Coke in his mouth and coughed to cover it up.

Finally, I regained my sanity and changed the words "Ask anything" that I almost blurted out to:

"Each of you can only ask one question."

"?!"

Zhu Fu Jingguang was shocked that this method was actually useful!

Conan, who had won the bet, said "Ha!" excitedly, and patted Zhu Fushiguri's shoulders repeatedly:

"Take the lead! Mr. Midorikawa!"

For some reason, Zhu Fujingguang felt that this was a little different from what Conan had imagined.

After all, Yun Xianhe's expression when he looked at them just now was indeed too kind.

Zhu Fu Jingguang threw away those messy thoughts and focused his attention again on the "question" that Yun Xianhe said.

Conan had obviously already thought of what to ask, and asked directly:

"She is a code member, right? What's her code name? What does she do? Brother Xianhe, how are you going to deal with her?"

"Hey, hey, hey, we said we can only answer one question."

"Hey - this is also considered a series of questions, right? It hurts!"

The brave man gave the other man a head-smacking blow with a flick of his finger and sighed with a smile:

"Is this a common problem among you detectives?"

"Hehe——Brother Xianhe, just tell me. I promise I won't, um... get in the way?"

"Huh? What brings up such an idea?"

Conan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and it took him a while to understand what Yun Xianhe meant.

The young detective muttered:

"You always do these things behind my back..."

Yun Xianhe got a bottle of Coke from somewhere and drank it slowly, then explained softly:

"I just don't want you to get hurt."

I don't want the other person to see those things.

After all, there is a huge difference between a murder scene that has ended and a murder scene that is still ongoing.

The settled ending and the ever-changing battlefield, the latter is obviously more exciting.

Adults like Morobushi Keimitsu and Amuro Toru will have nightmares after constantly experiencing choices and feeling powerless.

It’s not that he thinks Conan is fragile, Yun Xianhe just thinks that he is too young and should not bear such a heavy responsibility in the world.

Now it seems that the other party has misunderstood something?

"Listen Conan."

"Ok?"

"I never thought you were a nuisance or anything. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry or think too much about it."

The brave man facing the sunlight explained this solemnly.

Conan could see that the other person's crow-feather-like eyelashes were slightly retracted, and something quickly flashed across his heterochromatic eyes that had lost some of their luster.

The more you know, the more dangerous it is.

He just... didn't want to see anyone get hurt or die anymore, that's all.

Conan's heart suddenly tightened and he was about to say something.

The person in front of him smiled and said in an unfocused tone:

"Hai Hai Yi - I have answered one of your questions. Now it's Mr. Guang's turn."

“…Huh? Huh?! When, that’s wrong! This doesn’t count!”

The brave man, with his chin supported by one hand, smiled faintly at the instantly furious little detective, and felt the warm sunlight falling on his back, relaxing a little.

It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter.

He had countless chances to start over.

Erase their pain and reconstruct a real dream.

He can do better.

If you didn't succeed last time, make a more thorough plan this time.

Although it may sound a bit arrogant, there is always a way.

He always has a way to make the trajectory of the entire world proceed according to the script he constructs.

Even if it requires him to cross an endless abyss, he would do it.